July 16th

This is the second part of a two-part story on Devyn Marble and Zach McCabe.
These are the last two recruits that Todd Lickliter signed before he was fired in the spring of 2010. Last week I talked about Devyn and how he came in as a role player and now is a full time starter.
In Devyn and Zach’s first yearm the Hawks were 11-20, 4-14 in the Big Ten. Devyn played in all 31 games, with six starts and averaged 5.7 points per game. Zach played in 31 games, had six starts and averaged 5.8 points.

SOLON– This year On Friday and Saturday, July 19 and 20, Solon Beef Days will hold its 43rd celebration. This two-day event, traditionally starting the third Friday in July, has collected and donated over $385,000 back into the community and surrounding area since its inception in 1971.

Kenneth R. “Ken” Reichardt, 59, of Holiday Lodge in North Liberty, died unexpectedly at his home July 4, 2013. His family will be planning a memorial celebration.
Further information and condolences for the family may be directed to www.lensingfuneral.com.
Survivors include his father, George of Marion; brother, Steve (Mary) Reichardt, and sister, Julie Reichardt, both of Iowa City; nephews, Joshua M. Reichardt and David S. Huffman; and nieces, Kristen M. Huffman and Meghan R. Huffman Gatlin.

Robert “Butch” James Ohrt, 68, of Tipton, died Thursday, July 11, 2013. A funeral service was held Tuesday, July 16, at United Methodist Church, Tipton with Rev. Phil Leipold officiating. Burial was at Tipton Masonic Cemetery. A general memorial fund has been established in memory of Robert. Online condolences may be shared at www.fryfuneralhome.com.

Elizabeth Gearhart, 84, of Cedar Rapids, died Tuesday, July 9, 2013, in Living Center West. Funeral Mass was held July 12 at St. Patrick Catholic Church, by the Rev. Ivan Nienhaus. Burial was in Mount Calvary Catholic Cemetery.

Florence A. Cariens, 93, longtime area resident, died Wednesday, July 10, 2013. Family graveside services were held at Memory Gardens Cemetery.
Online condolences may be sent for her family through the Web at www.gayandciha.com.

After an evening of sharing beers and swapping stories with Udo and Trixie, the German motorcycle riders in Rome for the Harley convention, we called it a night.
The bed in our bungalow was thin but very comfortable, so we slept well. Nevertheless, jet lag left us– or, at least me– a little off-center in the morning. Besides messing up my sleep cycle, mal de Lufthansa plays havoc with my dietary routine. Basically, I want to eat six meals a day, three on Iowa time and three Roman. So it was with a little weariness and a lot of hunger that we made our way to the camp restaurant.

My mother called it “pie plant,” and my dad, by example, taught me that all treats don’t necessarily have to be sweet-tasting. Dad was big on what I came to think of as “grazing” in the garden. He’d pull up a radish, baby carrot, or little green onion, brush off the soil and eat it right there, standing amid the rows of growing vegetables he’d planted weeks earlier.